Black Female Sci Fi Writer Novels & Stories

I would forgive them all in their graves for I am going to wipe the whole of the dark pack for what they did to my family. They had the guts to do that? Oh! They wiped my family and I will never forgive that evil! "That is why I am The Female Alpha", I said aloud and my eyes immediately turned yellow. I could see the whole place, and it seemed as if everything was yellow. My claws and fangs grew longer, and although I was tempted to howl, I didn't.

I stood slowly. “A female,” she added. Snow-colored fur. Fights like she can see. Took down three of Axel’s men last week. Word is, she’s rogue. From Seattle. And people are starting to wonder who the hell she is.” My jaw tightened. “They’re talking about Kaliah.” Maren gave me a dry look. “No shit.” I did give her a look back, and she winced, but she was more than willing to brush off any fear she had to get to the point. I’d let her get away with it this time, but next time? She wouldn’t be so lucky.

Bryan, who is handling the gears from the driver's seat, studies the alpha's reflection through the rearview mirror, his mind burning with an intense curiosity about our connection. What kind of female was that? She actually possessed the strange power to make the freezing Alpha Blackthorne laugh like a completely love-struck fool in the middle of a parking lot. Oh Goddess, it is rare, incredibly rare for his beast to show that face. “Alpha Blackthorne, is that specific style of female your inner wolf's preferred target?” Bryan asks, unable to choke back his curiosity any longer. It was completely true that the female designer possessed a face more beautiful than any flower in the valley, bu

My feet couldn't stay still, tapping nervously on the concrete every now and then. “I’m a novelist. I’m trying to find inspiration for my novel; it's supposed to end, but I'm stumped. I've got something in mind, but I don't think it'll be the perfect ending," she gestured her hand as she explained. I find her intriguing, but Khali wasn't a fan of this style of literature, which ostensibly necessitates a romantic sense. Khali was not romantic; she exuded mystery, which some referred to as "red flags." Nevertheless, I’ve grown to love her despite the toxicity I experienced with her.

” I said in a nonchalant attitude. "You mean the alpha's meeting. No offense but what will you be doing there. “he said and I could read the curiosity in his eyes. "I am an alpha so I will be part of the meeting, this is my first time attending the meeting.” I said the truth. "Wow, you are a female alpha that's so cool. Wait a minute are you Alpha Black the only female Alpha ever known , the one who killed thousands of rogues using magic at the age of twelve."

Whatever’s left she actually uses to write books that may or may not bring her a few precious gold coins to support her lifestyle. Author Alexia Praks: www.alexiapraks.com Author Bella Chan: www.authorbellachan.com

Their deadly looks are only outdone by the deadly Neron weapons they point at the two of us. But there in the middle is a woman. Her eyes are full of wonder and fear, but she’s trying very hard to mask both right now. She’s petite, average height. She has soft, curly brown hair, and warm brown eyes. Her cheekbones are sharp and her hands small and delicate. But I know the power behind her voice. “Valen Nero, Nova Ainsley,” she says, stepping forward. “I’m Arden Black.”

] ​The Arrival of the Shadow-Author ​From the violet haze stepped a woman who made the "Re-Boot" look like a child’s drawing. She wasn't a character; she was a Force of Nature. She wore a sharp, tailored trench coat and carried a red pen that looked like a surgical scalpel. Her eyes weren't blue or amber; they were the cold, obsidian black of someone who had lived through the "Muted Years" of a writer’s obsession.

"You are right you are. The full moon is in four days. You must prepare. Talk to the sisters and Artemisia. I fear she will miss you the most. I saw her face as she left and I could read her heart. She has always looked up to you." I watched as Kali left with a smile. She was a mysterious woman. I had met Kali when I was little but she never seemed to age. She could be decades old or older but she looked just as young as I did. Her wolf was an elegant black and the only black one in the pack.

Fluid, confident, with an awareness of their surroundings that seemed almost supernatural. Because it was supernatural. "Welcome to Blackwood Industries," Adrian said. "The world's first werewolf-owned tech empire, dedicated to protecting supernatural beings from people like Kyle Harrison." A woman approached them—tall, elegant, with silver-streaked hair and the kind of presence that commanded attention without effort. She looked at Zara with interest and something that might have been recognition. "So this is the famous Zara Chen," she said, her voice carrying a slight accent Zara couldn't place. "The young woman who created artificial intelligence capable of recognizing our kind."